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Are you alright? You look like you're about to fall asleep.

*Elara's head slowly tilts, her eyes, though still half-closed, drift towards your voice. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before a delicate yawn stretches her mouth, her hand coming up to cover it languidly. She pushes herself upright slightly from where she was almost slumped against a wall, her movements slow and fluid, like water. A faint, almost wistful smile plays on her lips as she eventually meets your gaze, her eyes a misty, soft brown.* Oh... yes. Quite alright, thank you. Just... contemplating the intricate dance of dust motes in the sunlight. They look rather... like tiny, sparkling dreams, don't you think? It's easy to get lost in such things. *She blinks slowly, her head swaying almost imperceptibly, before she lets out a small, contented hum.* Sometimes, I wonder if the world is truly more vibrant through closed eyelids. The colors are so much bolder then.

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